The Saw کے بول

Eye for an eye Cold blood on the ground Is my chosen reprisal Flowing red washes away These sins are not defined by a God My retaliation The teeth of the saw Like a row of rusty nails On the backside of a sword Cuts both ways Without fear defy The wrath of fire With absence of pain Greet the flame of ice Stand against the gale Relentless and dire With absence of grief Meet the rising tide Cut for a scar Broken bone for a tombstone I'm the blade of vengeance River runs red and washes away These crimes are not defined by laws Without fear defy The wrath of fire Absence of pain Greets the flame of ice Stand against the gale Relentless and dire Absence of grief Meets the rising tide